As I get older, I wonder if life becomes more complicated, or if itjust seems that way. There are cellphones out there that couldlaunch rockets, but give me a rotary dial anytime. I guess, at myage, I just want the world to slow down or, if it insists on racingalong, to accept that I'm going to move at my own pace. But, hell,this smuggling thing, and that damned Joel Tobias . . . Every time Ithink that I might have found his angle - booze, money, people, drugs- it slips away, and I'm left holding dust and air. Names keep

cropping up, and I'm having trouble just keeping track of the guy'smovements back and forth across the Canadian border. Maybe I shouldget some bright kid to set up a system so I can keep track ofeverything that's going on. Then again, if I do that I'll have tokeep the bright kid hostage so he can explain it to me when I fail tounderstand it, but that will be his own fault for being too smart,and too fast for my slow world...

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